(picture credit: Pixabay) The gorgeous silence of the mountains, the tiny sounds of tiny creatures, the subtleness and classiness of the clouds, the indifference of the beautiful trees, the stillness of the river below, the shallowness of the valleys, bring out the silence of the mountains, the silence of the dawn, the silence of the … Continue reading Silence of The Mountains
(photo credit: PixaBay) For love is a fog that ends, with the first taste of reality. it is tiny water droplets of broken dreams, masked frustrations, and inherited dependency. its ice crystals of fairy tales from childhood, suspended in air. For love is not a pumpkin chariot, Lizard door men, a goose driver, a princess … Continue reading Hill Fog
And I died many deaths, each different from the last one, with every arise, new memories, and I sink deeper, and deeper, deeper into the wormhole. I was stuck in many worlds before, but I was living in the wrong one. I needed to find the door, find the key, and behind that door, … Continue reading Wormhole
(picture credit: Pixabay) That I fail to see how much he wants me to let him in? That I fail to reciprocate that which he is offering? How bad can I be? That I can be selfish enough to protect my mental being instead of his? That because the in-deference is loud, I cannot look … Continue reading Bitch!
And if anyone is going to fight this fight, out of sheer will, its going to be You! You are going to keep going, because that’s what you do…… you keep going. You will play their game, fail, try again, bear frustration, almost give in, die countless time. study their game with mighty keen, until … Continue reading Sheer Will
(photo credit: Pixabay) “I am the best part of you, ” she said. From the valley beyond, the prettiest, kindest, friendliest, and the most thoughtful one. I am the flowers you seek, the spark in the fountain you will to drink from, the beauty of the trees, one or many, the fertile to your plants, … Continue reading Nice to Meet You
Russian roulette had become a routine game, like a board game, only, one offered the possibility of ending it all. That bullet was going to get her someday, Karma was going to deliver that which seemed near. She could feel how badly he wanted to talk to her, How badly he wanted to rumble … Continue reading The Lone Wolf and The Game of Russian Roulette